unanticipated love

Holiday haibun (prose exactly 200 words, Frank!) for dVerse “surprise” prompt

 

Christmas is a season of surprises. It began with a virgin birth of a king in a cave, marked by a magnificent star. An angel choir sent musical birth announcements. Visitors included local shepherds fresh from the fields and, later, foreign scholars bearing tokens of wealth. The gifts were unusual for a baby shower but signified the child’s future rule, life’s sacrifice, and atoning death.

We celebrate Christmas with surprises hung in stockings, wrapped in packages under trees, bright lights to see and sweet treats to eat. It’s fun to delight someone we love with a gift that “fits” them perfectly. Guests may appear unexpectedly like changeable weather that alternates between merry and dreadful. Mistletoe, moods and mayhem can take us by surprise during the holy (holly) days.

The best surprises are little moments of unanticipated kindness during this season of good cheer. “Adopted” grandparents, now deceased, gave children candy advent calendars with a window surprise for each day of December. A busy mom who delivers a plate of homemade goodies with her children. A hearty hug and teary smile from an elderly relative in a senior center. A neighbor boy who leaves a greeting card and artwork in mailbox.

 

stories of Christmas

wrapped with shiny memories

love surprises us

frozen razzle dazzle

 

sun dogs howl in cold

temps drop after arctic blast

winter’s shining face

she wears best diamond earrings

snowdrifts sparkle with brilliance

 

 

I couldn’t resist Kiwinana’s tanka prompt, using “winter” and “shining”!

 

 

be (one & only) mine

 

love’s fire fiercely burns

devotion ignites desire

vows consummated

 

 

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Tragic comedy or comic tragedy? Read love’s drama at CDHK

ethical questions

 

 

how long believe
blind rhetoric?

why hire doctors
to do harm?

instrumental rape
violates mother with child

what kind of ghastly
choice is offered?

by salt poisoning, chemicals,
or crunch of infant skull

when will men honor
mothers’ calling?

where have hope’s
children gone?

 

 



Linking with dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…sorry this topic is neither pleasant nor Christmasy. Yet our brokenness and sin is why Christ came…as an infant to a poor, young woman in seemingly scandalous circumstances. Would we have aborted Jesus?

anniversary trip

 

love’s blessed mystery

thirty-five volcanic years

taste of paradise

 

 

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Kauai dreams

 


My husband and I will be married 35 years in 2018 so we are planning a trip to Hawaii to celebrate.  (Sharing “love haiku” with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)

love buds afresh

The rose is a type of flowering shrub. The name “rose” comes from French. It comes from the Latin word Rosa. Roses have been symbols of love, beauty, war, and politics. Ornamental roses have been cultivated for millennia, bred for their flowers and fragrance. Roses are used for cut flowers, perfume, food & drink, medicine and in art.  There are many varieties today such as hybrid teas (most popular), floribundas, climbing roses, shrubs, standards, weeping standards, and miniature rose bushes.  For hundreds of years, the rose has been cherished for its beauty, form, and fragrance inspiring gardeners everywhere.

(Rose facts from Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer )

 

a rose is a rose

fragrant layered mystery

of romance language

 

my father twice widower-ed

calls on old/new lady friend

 

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haiku & photo by lynn

jazZed!

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image/jazz prompt – dVerse Poets

 

gotta lotta

grooove, yeah

smile-a-while

ratta tat rrrrrollll

pppissshhh

get UP in stride

then down…slide

step on cat’s tail

yeeeooowwll

sing, tom CAT!

lone saxyphone’s

liquid eyes hone

salty inDIGo tears

tickle tuned ears

coolest fools rule

don’t mute it, dude!

puff up cheeks

chEEKy trumpet

pump it up

to A squeal

play guts out

rhino nose blow

releases it ALL…over

 

humility and honor

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Our first President, George Washington, made this proclamation in 1789:

“Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor—and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me “to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.”

 

where have all the good men gone?

who united to fight against tyranny

who defended their homes and families

who respected God’s ordered civility

where have all the good men gone?

 

where have all the good women gone?

who united to speak against slavery

who provided for needs of their families

who prayed on their knees in humility

where have all the good women gone?

 

where have all the good children gone?

who united to honor friends’ loyalty

who contributed help to their families

who obeyed their parents’ authority

where have all the good children gone?

 

 


If you know someone of good character, let them know you appreciate them!

 

 

 

off-beat circadian rhythm

 

waking teenage boy

in morning proves real challenge

he’s wired to sleep sound

after three alarms buzz on

you will find him still snoozing

 

“What time did you go to bed?”  is my first question 🙂  Join Elsie’s weekly tanka challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.

A rock solid Q

“Q” for quadrille at dVerse Poets and “Q” for queue as in a line up of rocks.

 

Rock & Roll

Rosetta Stone

Rock of Gibraltar

Stonehenge

Ayers Rock

Easter Island

Rocky I & II

Blarney Stone

Plymouth Rock

The Sphinx

Rock-a-bye Baby

Rolling Stone

Hope Diamond

Rocky & Bullwinkle

 

“On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.”

loud rowdy blues

Linking to Eliot Dybden’s Shadorma November at Along the Interstice. A shadorma has six lines with no rhyme or meter, except for a syllable structure of 3/5/3/3/7/5.

 

bluejay punks

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nab spilt corn kernels

feathered flash

raucous caws

gather together in grove

living thanksgiving

 

love to die for?

The forbidden love between the lowly Ferhad and the princess Shirin is an old Persian love story. Ferhad killed himself in the desert when he was tricked into believing that Shirin was dead. Hearing of Ferhad’s death, Sherin then killed herself because she could not live without him. Subsequently the two were buried together.  It’s similar to the Shakespearian tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.

(information and image taken from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)

love story

 

~ fateful attraction ~

when lovers choose death writes our

tragic love stories;

heartbroken readers wishing

romance had better ending!

 

 

 

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